Poem-Lecher

A man's heart is wretched,
It lusts more than love,
For pleasures of the night,
For pleasures of darkness,
The light looses itself,
Engulfed by the shadows,
Monsters stuck in our head,
The wind wavers,
It is violent,
It looses the path,
But never does it let go of,
Love is of the soul,
Lechery of the body,
We think we love but we don't...

-©Pratibha Badgal AA

I wrote this poem as a response to someone's question.

All the posts under the name Pratibha Badgal AA are my own.

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Thank you for reading :)

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